Chapter 3: Rising Action
The golden sun lowered behind the city skyline, bathing the concrete jungle in an amber glow as Suzanne stepped through the heavy glass doors of the local pharmacy. Excited anticipation bubbled in her chest, the same excitement that filled her during that fateful meeting with Dr. Hart. The world seemed a little more crisp, a little more alive, as if wakes vibrant shades were etched into the quiet streets and corners of the city.
Suzanne's heart was still thrumming in her chest, a reminder of the woman who just changed not only her body but her perspective of herself.
A gentle breeze caressed her flushed skin, bringing with it the delicious scents of spring, and she felt a shiver run down her spine as she remembered Dr. Hart's touch. She reveled in the lingering heat between her legs and made her way to the aisle where the stethoscopes were kept, the novelty of the experience not wearing off in the slightest.
As Suzanne approached the stack of stethoscopes, she noticed the different variations: the length, the weight, the color. She felt like a child selecting her first toy, carefully weighing her options until she finally settled on a sleek, black one with silver accents.
It was perfect, she thought to herself as she read the brand name emblazoned on the box. The quality was evident, and it would suit her needs just fine. She clasped the box to her chest, a small flutter of pride blooming inside of her.
This purchased stethoscope wasn't just a medical tool. It was a symbol of independence, curiosity, and her unfolding journey of self-discovery.
The breeze outside picked up, carrying with it the scent of rain and earth. Suzanne released a contented sigh as she made her way back to the heavily-trafficked streets, her heart still thumping with anticipation.
She made her way back to her car. She can't wait to go home and listen to her own heartbeat.
It's the strangest thing, what her body did back there in the doctor's office, but Suzanne can't help but want to explore this newfound sensation. She feels like a completely different person now—alive and awake in a way she's never felt before.
Suzanne drives home, her hands shaking slightly as she grips the wheel. She takes deep breaths and tells herself to calm down, that whatever is happening to her is completely natural. She's just a woman discovering her own sexuality, and it's nothing to be ashamed of.
Her heart pounds in her chest as she walks into her apartment, eyes glancing at the mirror reflecting her flushed cheeks and tousled hair.
Stepping inside, she kicks off her shoes and heads straight to her bedroom. The room is dimly lit, with just enough light filtering through the window blinds to allow her to see her way. She closes the door behind her, locking it for good measure.
Suzanne groans as she eases her slender form onto her bed, her nerves still tingling from her encounter with Dr. Hart.
Suzanne lays there, lost in thought, remembering the feel of the doctor's touch, and the forbidden pleasure it brought her. Her body hummed with the memory, making her squirm on the mattress as her fingers automatically dipped between her legs. Her conflicting emotions battle within her: the excitement, the responsibility, and the shame as she realizes that she had let her desires get the better of her.
She just wants to listen for now. She grabs the stethoscope and opens it up for the first time.
The cold metal is smooth and heavy in her hands. She presses the diaphragm against her skin and presses the earpieces into her ears. She holds her breath and listens intently, closing her eyes and succumbing to the allure of her heartbeat. She can hear it perfectly, the rhythmic pounding "lub-dub, lub-dub" echoing through her mind. She can feel the electricity crackling through her veins as she listens, and arousal builds inside of her.
Her nipples harden, and her chest rises and falls as she gasps for air.
Her body tenses as this slowly makes her horny. Making her needy and wet. Making her want to tease her body to hear how her heart would react.
Suzanne's eyes snap open, and she glances at herself in the mirror. She looks wanton, her lips parted, skin flushed, chest rising and falling rapidly.
She shakes her head, trying to banish the thoughts from her mind. She can't believe she's thinking such things. She tries to focus on the rhythm of her heartbeat, but it's harder now. It's faster, almost as if it's matching the pace of her thoughts.
She lies back down and takes a deep breath. She needs to calm down.
She closes her eyes, takes a deep breath, and listens to the steady cadence of her heart beating against the diaphragm of the stethoscope. The rhythm helps calm her nerves, and she feels a sense of peace wash over her. It's the same heartbeat that's been there her entire life, but now, it feels different. Stronger. More alive.
Suzanne's body begins to relax as she continues to listen to the sound of her pulse, and she feels a wave of warmth flood through her, starting at her chest and pulsing outward.
The rhythm of her heartbeat becomes the metronome to a new kind of dance, the beat pulsing in her ears, matching the steady thrum between her thighs.
She can feel herself growing wetter as the sensation builds, her body responding to the sound of her own rhythm. She brings a hand down to her chest, feeling the steady beat of her heart against her fingers, before trailing them down to her stomach, then lower. Fuck I wanna play with myself bad now but I wanna hold off on that.
I wanna see how long I can prolong this feeling she thought to herself.
Her breath catches as she places her fingertips upon her lower belly, the skin soft and sensitive to the touch. She imagines her heartbeat pushing blood to her loins, to that sweet nub where all pleasure abounds.
Suddenly, she remembered what Dr. Hart had asked her to do - to slow down and breathe. She closed her eyes and inhaled deeply, feeling the oxygen fill her lungs and the warmth spread throughout her chest.
Suzanne let her breath out slowly and repeated the process, focusing on the steadiness of her heartbeat. She brought her other hand up to her chest and held it there, feeling the rhythmic beating beneath her fingers.
Suzanne allowed this practice to calm and center her. With each breath, she felt her body relax and the tension in her muscles dissipate. The sound of her heartbeat became more soothing and she felt a wave of comfort radiate through her.
Her fingers twitched as she felt herself becoming distracted by the arousal between her legs.
Suzanne's mind swirled with temptation, but she reminded herself to focus on calming her body and listening to her heartbeat.
With a deep breath, Suzanne focused once more on the steady pounding of her heart. She could feel her wetness start to run down her leg. She knew she had reached her limit, and it was time to satisfy the hunger that had been growing within her.
Her body craves more than just her fingers to get the job done. She needs to be satisfied on a higher level. Thank God she got toys for needs like this.
Suzanne bought a few toys over the years. All battery operated.
Perfect for nights when she craves the company of something else other than her own mind.
As she walked over to her nightstand, Suzanne couldn't help but feel a flutter of excitement in her stomach.
Inside is her 2 only toys and they were the only ones she needs too. They are guaranteed to give her the orgasm her body needs.
The first one is her clit sucker. She loved this this for her slow build ups to a huge orgasm. Her 2nd one was a vibrating wand. Another clit Stimulator. She used this one for those back to back to back orgasms.
She grabs both toys and brings them to the bed. She places the stethoscope back onto the nightstand, making sure to keep it close by.
She starts prepping herself by lying down and spreading her legs. She places the clit sucker gently on the bed next to her and grabs the wand.
She turns it on the lowest setting and places it onto her clit. At first touch, she jumps at the cold vibration sensation that it gives off. Slowly getting used to it, she brings it up to a medium setting.
The sensation is slowly building and she moans in pleasure.